“There’s no need to be coarse,” Myffi pointed out to Kaye, her expression pinched into an distasteful grimace as the other girl swore at her twice, using words and also a hand gesture. Myffi took the binder that Kaye sort of shoved in her direction, but only because she actually wanted to do the assignment, not because she wanted to help Kaye out. She could have just not taken the binder, but at least one of them in the room ought to try being mature. She glanced through the contents, which included profiles and fingerprints of the suspects. If she were a professor she didn’t think she’d want her fingerprint to be made available to students. Myffi was reasonably trustworthy most of the time, but even she was secretly distilling moonshine on school grounds. Kaye stole people’s stuff all the time. Well, she stole Heather’s stuff, anyway; Myffi didn’t know if she stole from anyone else or just her roomate. Maybe Kaye thought it was a fun game but Heather got really annoyed by it.

Kaye was saying something about her nickname for Marissa not being about a vegetable, but, like whatever, it didn’t sound like a nice name. Myfanwy had started at the school later than everyone else in her yeargroup and the year above, so she was the least qualified to comment on how or why some people might or might not be friends with others, but Marissa mostly seemed nice, and she threw parties, and she had lots of friends and Kaye… didn’t have all that many friends, and she was swearing at Myffi, and she wasn’t in any clubs or anything, so maybe she should not be so mean to people. It seemed like she had issues.

“Yeah, I guess we could start with fingerprints,” Myffi decided not to argue with the suggestion because she didn’t have a better one right now. She cast the spell on her shoes to stop her making footprints and put the binder down on a nearby tree stump. “Although if I were going to commit a crime I would obviously wear gloves,” she said. “And I would use that spell I literally just used to hide my footprints, too.” Okay so both of these things assumed a premeditated crime, which this might not be, but it wasn’t likely that a murder of a monarch would be impulsive. “I don’t think it will rule in or out any suspects,” she mused aloud, walking over to join Kaye at the corpse, but standing on its other side, “but it might give us more clues, I guess. Or it might just let us know that Garen set up the room,” and not thought about removing any prints he made in the process, “which I think we already know. If those are his real fingerprints in the binder. Seems a bit risky,” she continued to ramble, watching another butterfly flutter nearer, land on her arm for a moment, then take flight again, “putting your real fingerprints in a place where your students can access them.” It was probably easier than faking fingerprints on the crime scene though, that sounded really complicated. Maybe they would destroy the binder after class or something.

“Anyway,” she said brightly, returning her focus to the scene in front of her. “What have we got?” She held her wand ready to cast the revealing spell if Kaye didn’t do it first.

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